Notes on the Art of Poetry
© Dylan Thomas 1953
I could never have
dreamt that there were such goings-on
in the world between
the covers of books,
such sandstorms
and ice blasts of words,
such staggering
peace, such enormous laughter,
such and so many
blinding bright lights,
splashing all
over the pages
in a million bits
and pieces
all of which were
words, words, words,
and each of which
were alive forever
in its own delight
and glory and oddity and light. |